#buh this is so scary

[alt-wannabe]

i offer you a volleyball au fic

[topicaltropic]

oops! all wips

[forever-rogue]

it's easy fallin' in love with you

AN | Nothing much to see here, just the night you meet Steve Harrington and fall in love. 💕

Warnings | Mild Language

Pairing | Steve x Fem!Reader

Word Count | 2.5k

Masterlist | Steve, Main

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

“That guy’s been staring at you all night,” Allie nudged your arm and subtly nodded her head across the crowded bar. You tried to inconspicuously follow her gaze and found yourself looking at the very man that had caught your eye from the moment you’d arrived, “he’s totally checking you out.”

“He’s cute,” you whispered into her ear. She looked him over and tutted slightly, “don’t be like that!”

“He’s fine,” she offered you a wolfish smile, “but he’s totally your type. Go and talk to him!”

“I shouldn’t,” you insisted softly, although you really wanted to. The boy - man - was tall and lithe with golden sun kissed skin and a glorious head of hair. He was handsome in a traditional, yet untraditional way, and well dressed to boot. You could see that his eyes, even from a distance, were a pretty honey brown. When he caught you looking at him, he raised his hand in a small little half wave before offering a lopsided grin, “I really shouldn’t.”

“You really should,” she insisted, nudging you in his direction, “whats the worst that could happen?”

“He could break my heart,” you whispered, starting at your shoes on the sticky bar floor, “it’s stupid. He probably really can’t even see me properly. He’d be disappointed so why bother, you know?”

“Hi,” you froze at the sound of the voice and turned your gaze up to the pretty boy. He was smiling prettily, all teeth and plush lips. Your heart started to pound in your chest, as you opened and closed your mouth a few times, staring at him wordlessly, “I’m Steve.”

“Hi Steve,” Allie wrapped her arm around your shoulders and grinned widely at him. She offered him your name as you felt your entire face warming up, “my lovely friend here has been talking about you all night. She thinks you’re super cute.”

“Allie,” you hissed sharply as you came to your senses. You were going to kill her at the first opportunity you had, “stop.”

“Love you,” she whispered softly with a kiss to your cheek as she pushed you towards him, “I’ve gotta go. Buh-bye!”

You watched her go with a helpless expression, fully aware that Steve was watching you intently. Sighing softly you looked back at him, “sorry about her, she’s…a lot.”

“No worries,” he had such an easy going manner about him, “if it’s easy consolation, I think you’re super cute too.”

“Oh, I-I…” you weren’t even sure what to say or do. It had been a long time since anyone had caught your eye and even longer since someone had so openly shown you so much interest, “do you…want to grab a drink?”

“Yeah,” he agreed easily, “I do.”

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

The two of you were in a small, cozy booth towards the back of the bar, the lights low and only the smallest bit of space between the two of you. When you’d grabbed your drinks, he’d easily guessed your drink of choice and had beaten you to paying. Since then, you’d been engrossed in conversation, your drinks half consumed but long forgotten.

In the past you’d need a large number of drinks in order to make through almost any date, but you didn’t feel like that was necessary with Steve. He was so easy to talk to and get along with that it was almost scary. But you found yourself so drawn to him that it felt like you’d been destined to meet each other. You had never really believed in any of that before, but you weren’t going to question it either - not tonight, not when everything felt so good and so right.

“Do you want to get out of here?” he asked after a while, catching you off guard. You raised an eyebrow, not entirely against the idea. 

“Now? This late?” you asked and he laughed - a warm, pretty sound that made your heart beat a little faster, “what are we going to do?”

This was the point where you half expected him to suggest going back to his place. One night stands weren’t really your thing; part of you was already sad to let him down. He might have sensed what you were thinking and feeling because he quickly shook his head, “no - no. Not that. I don’t want-”

“Oh,”

“No, I mean I do,” he groaned as he ran his hands through his thick, luscious hair, “respectfully I do and would absolutely do that, but I have something different in mind.”

You were giggling now, a pretty sound that Steve thoroughly enjoyed. You grabbed your drink and finished off the rest before leaning closer towards him, “what did you have in mind then?”

“Have you ever done karaoke before?” he had a mischievous look on his face as your mouth dropped open. That was definitely not on your bingo card for the evening; then again, neither had meeting Steve. 

“Surprisingly not,” you sat back and shook your head in amusement, “are we going to do karaoke, Steve?”

“We’re going to do karaoke. What do you say?” You slid out of the booth and held out your hand to him, motioning your head towards the door. 

“Don’t make me regret this,” but you already knew that you were going to enjoy this night. He was staring at you as though you had hung the stars and the moon. 

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

An hour later your sides were sore from laughing too much and your face hurt from smiling too much. The two of you had just done a round of loud, fun karaoke, picking the worst possible songs for both of your voices. But none of that mattered - you were having too much fun to think about anything else. Plus, everyone around you was either also taking part of the bad karaoke or a few drinks in and couldn’t tell the difference between actual talent and the worst thing they’d ever heard. 

Steve had helped you off the stage, his frame warm around yours. He looked at you, sweaty and tousled but still wickedly handsome. It was hard to hear over the thump of the music and the half-drunk singing in the background so you leaned into his space, “that was so much fun.”

You took advantage of the moment and pressed a kiss to his cheek. His cheeks flushed even redder than before, “have you ever gone to the beach at midnight?”

“No,” your eyes grew wide as he started towards the exit, taking your hand in his, “Steve. Are you serious?”

“I’ve never been more serious in my life,” he insisted in a way that made you feel warm and hopeful but also so alive. You nodded eagerly and let him take the lead, pulling you through the thick throng of people and back into the chill of the evening air. As soon as he noticed you shivering slightly, he shrugged off his jacket and draped it over your shoulders, “that should be better.”

“Thank you,” you grinned at him. It wasn’t like you to just go with a man you’d just met and do all of these things with them. But this wasn’t just any sort of ordinary night and Steve didn’t feel like any sort of guy, “let’s go to the beach then!”

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

By the time you got there, it was late and it was peaceful and there weren’t many people out. The beaches of Chicago weren’t a huge attraction this late at night. You walked around the waterline and he playfully threatened to throw you into the water, and pretended to run away from him. The ease with which the two of you got along was magical. Eventually, the two of you found a spot in the sand and sat in peaceful, contemplative silence. 

“I’ve never really watched a sunrise like this before,” you whispered, resting your head on his shoulder. The two of you were sitting in the sand, feet buried, as you watched the sun slowly start to rise in the distance. The sun was turning from inky blues to pretty pinks and purples and eventually to gold and orange, “it’s beautiful.”

“Yeah,” he agreed, reaching for your hand and taking it in his, and giving it a gentle squeeze, “it is. I like coming out here sometimes because it’s so quiet and peaceful. Almost no one else is awake.”

“As much as I like sleeping in, I could get used to this sometimes,” you stifled a yawn as you watched the waves gently lap and break in the distance. You felt your tummy rumble, and a brilliant idea popped up in your mind, “do you want to get breakfast?”

This time it was his turn to look at you in surprise, the corners of his mouth perking up in a small smile, “starving. What’d you have in mind?”

“There’s this little hole in the wall diner that I love. They’ve got the best pancakes and eggs in the city easily and its one of those secrets you have to share with people,” you felt silly getting so excited about food, diner food at that, but judging from the look on Steve’s face, you had nothing to worry about, “and I would love to let you in on this well kept secret.”

“Consider me intrigued, hungry, and honored,” there was a wickedly happy glint in his eye as he slowly stood up and brushed the sand bits off himself. Helped you to your feet and proceeded to dust you off without you even asking or anything. That little bit made your heart practically flutter with happiness, “just give me directions and we’re on the way, baby.”

You looked at him, all sleepy and starry eyed with a saccharine smile, “I like you, Steve Harrington. It feels like I’ve known you my entire life.”

“I like you too,” he admitted, his cheeks flushing a pretty pastel pink, “I feel like you’ve always been here.”

The two of you looked at each other for a few moments before he gently took your face in his hands and kissed you, slow and deep. You liked kissing him; it felt familiar and new all at once. Plus, you know, he was an excellent kisser which didn’t hurt anything.

“If that’s how you feel about me now,” you teased when he pulled away, shy and bashful, “wait until try the pancakes - you’ll love me then.”

“I believe you,” and you believed in what he was saying, “let’s go!”

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

“So?” you asked in between bites of sweet, delicious fluffy pancakes, “what do you think?”

Steve had just stuffed a huge bite into his own mouth but made a small sound of content. You eaned back in your seat with a small, satisfied expression on your face. It was still early in the morning and there were only a few customers in the diner besides the two of you. The waitress had been loud, cheery, and kind and made you feel so at home and comfortable.

“Delicious,” he agreed as he swallowed the bite, “you definitely weren’t lying.”

“That’s one thing I don’t do,” you promised, “I don’t lie.”

“Tell me more,” he took a sip of the coffee and looked at you eagerly, “tell me everything about you. I want to know everything.”

“Everything?”

“Everything,” he confirmed, “I want to know it all.”

“How much time you got?” you were joking, but you knew that he was sincere in his questioning. 

“For you? All the time in the world,” his smile was winning, big and pretty and you wanted to see it for the rest of your days. 

Was it possible to be in love with the man that had been a total stranger at the start of evening? Because you were pretty sure that had just happened.

“Okay,” you bit the inside of your cheek to keep the smile from breaking your face, “only if you promise to tell me everything about you.”

“Deal.”

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

“What are you thinking about, huh?” Steve came back into the living room, two mugs of hot chocolate in hands, topped off with mini marshmallows. He set them on the coffee table before sitting back down next to you. You leaned into him and leaned your head on his shoulder as he wrapped his arm around you. 

“Nothing much,” you whispered softly, turning your head to press a kiss to his cheek, “just thinking about the night we met.”

He chuckled fondly, giving you a small squeeze, “it feels like it was just yesterday sometimes. Other times it felt like it was a hundred years. That was a good night.”

“Yeah, it really was,” you agreed, “good thing Allie was so…loud and obnoxious or we might have ever met.”

“Maybe not that night,” Steve shifted so he could properly look at you, “but we’d have met one way or another. I’m sure of that.”

“Yeah?” your smile stretched across your entire face as you beamed at him. He gently put his hands on the side of your face, brushing his thumb gently over your cheek. He leaned in and pressed his lips to yours, “I’m so in love with you, Steve Harrington.”

“And I’m so in-”

“Daddy,” you heard the sound of her small, soft voice before you heard her small footsteps or saw her come into view, “Mama.”

“Hey Busy Miss Lizzy,” you held out your arms to her and she padded her way over, clutching onto her favorite stuffed dog, “what are you doing up, baby?”

She clambered her way onto the couch, and made herself comfortable in Steve’s lap, “I couldn’t sleep. I had a bad dream.”

In her little voice it sounded more like a bad dweam, but you couldn’t find it in your heart to laugh. You stroked her chubby little sweet as Steve kissed the top of her curls, “do you want to stay with us for a little bit?”

“Yes,” she looked between you and Steve with a hopeful little look, “please.”

“C’mon,” you grabbed the blanket at the end of the couch and draped it over the three of you, “that’s better. You two comfy?”

“Mhmm,” Steve hummed in content, happy to be surrounded by his favorite girls, “perfect.”

“Me too,” Lizzy grinned happily, displaying her little gap toothed grin, “can I have some hot chocolate?”

You exchanged a look with Steve before laughing softly. 

You hadn’t imagined any of this the night you’d met him entirely by chance. But, you wouldn’t have changed a thing.

[gl1tchy-4rt]

Building a band!!

Here's the Members of...

"Here in 'Go Make Some Sound' it's all about doing something fun and enjoying ourselves, if we are not enjoying it then we try something else" - Marla the Mushroom

Marla the Mushroom: Bass player of the group.

She is peppy and outgoing, she maybe the only gal in the group but don't let that make ya think she won't defend herself!

Works part-time at "Noisette Cafe" and is good friends with the owner.

"I don't care if our music is silly, or childish or anything, what matters is that me, my pals and the audience we are having fun!" - Stretcher the Cheese

Stretcher the Cheese: Drummer of the group

He may look a bit old but i assure you he is full of life! Always amazed by the life and animals that live in the world.

Works part-time at Virgil's farm.

"All i have to say is that life is pretty amazing and i'm glad to be here" - Tommy the Tomato

Tonny the Tomato: Guitarist of the group

The chillest clown that ever lived, but that doesn't stop him from being a party animal!

Works part-time at a convenience store.

"I...i'm just happy to be alive and well, and especially that my friends are here and okay" - Brad the Butcher

Brad the butcher: Pianist of the group

Don't let his scary appearance fool you, he is pretty nice and pretty much the dad of the group, despite his challenged vision you, he can play music like a freaking master!

Works part-time as an actual butcher.

"Life's about enjoying yourself, so that's what we are doing! enjoying life" - Presley the Pineapple

Presley the Pineapple: Lead vocalist of the group.

A Strong yet melodious voice to set the stage and lead the band to a wonderful performance! And is that voice is no other than Presley! Leader of the group.

Works part-time in a bar.

"We are all here! and that's so cool!and i'm so glad that... we all changed, for the better!" - Peshino the Bot

Peshino the Bot: Accordion player of the group.

Hands that used to make pizza are now used to play wonderful melodies with his new friends! He is never afraid to put a bit of color to life.

Works part-time in a post office.

Last but not least be can't forget about their manager: Snotty and his secretary: Ms. Iceyy! By @fizzysartplace

Sadly we couldn't get an interview with them :(

(archive photography) /jk

So yeah! that's "Go Make Some Sound!!" i really enjoyed drawing them :)

See y'all next time! Buh-bye!!

[toorurii]

asking again becuz i love this dude… i would love to know more about basil (basile??) basil. ANY facts ANY info

HELP I actually saw ur first ask but I wanted to make his TH first before I went all in on answering 😭 I’m in the middle of revamping him rn but I can tell u some bits and pieces that are probably gonna stay w/ him!! Super happy that u like him bc I adore that guy and he’s one of my oldest OCs (since I was like 15 I think..)

- Name is pronounced buh-seal!

- he’s 6’9” (I know)(it was a joke and now I’m committing to the bit) and polar bear themed! So he’s very tanky and hits really hard if he’s pushed to doing that… his grip strength is nuts

-He’s a VERY powerful sorcerer, and actually classified as a mortal that has the ability to actually kill an angel or demon in my universe canon if he puts his mind to it

- A healer, but it stems from black magic, specifically in the necromancy ballpark. He doesn’t have heinous intentions though and only learned it to bring someone dear back to him (they didn’t come back right but we don’t gotta worry abt that). He does still have a very keen interest in the dark arts though even if it’s to just be extremely knowledgeable on the subject as opposed to actually practicing it

-… He’s only smart in the magic arts… in any other category he’s very air headed / in his own little world… he’s very sweet though if you can ignore his bluntness!!! (And ominous remarks about how brittle he thinks neck bones are)

- He’s at least 100 years old but no one in his universe knows for sure 🤔 it shows in his hair, though his eyebrows stayed his natural color despite it all! It’s his magic keeping him alive 🤷

-he has three ‘kids’…… Or really three homunculi he made because he was lonely. they’re all ice magic/ bear-themed too! Rosette is his eldest (they’re triplets..) if you know her! (I’ll tag her so u can see her on my blog, I think there’s like 2 pics of her tho so 😅)

-branching off of rosette she knows powerful magic bc of Bas! She also disowned him bc she thinks he’s weird so she’s like someone else’s kid now but once again we ain’t gotta worry abt that

-Final point is that Bas IS weird… He’s developed into the ‘freaky gentle giant’ kind of trope for me so he’s supposed to be a little scary and off putting.. he’s CRAZY charismatic though and has a very flowery/romantic way of speaking (one of his main character points is that he usually gets flustered after saying something super corny) 🫡 he’s also a hardcore people pleaser!

I nabbed some pics of him too! His designs gonna change a little but he’s still my beloved old man

[red-dye40]

mods are asleep post earnest reflections on fandom:

i miss meetups so much. i love sharing interests and hanging out under those pretenses because it really took so much scary shit out of social interaction for me. and like obviously there was Not Good stuff about it but it’s crazy how often i used to just. meet up w ppl from the internet. i hosted ppl in my house that i originally met through the internet! there was a time where every time i went into the city i would run into a mutual and that is so cool :) i miss like fandom centric events and i guess also i miss having like. lots of fwiends :) it’s sooooo hard to make friends as an adult not to mention a sober adult it sucks!!!!! i wish i could just host a meet up in wsp and we’d all sit and talk about things we like. buh :)

[jamiesfootball]

One of the things that’s been noodling in my head since the finale is how Ted Lasso plays the forgiveness card in regards to the Tartt Sr situation.

Yes, I’ve banged on this drum before. I shall bang on it again. Buh-dum.

Bear with me as I start from the outside and work my way in by first referencing a moment from a different show.

In Leverage, there’s an episode where they convince the guy they’re trying to take down to break out of police custody by making him think he’s in the middle of a deadly epidemic that’s being covered up by the government. The details of this aren’t important, but when Nate is explaining why it worked, he says something along the lines of ‘there’s a part of your brain that’s meant to question and make judgements. What we did was we tapped into the emotional center of his brain, so that he would forget to question anything.’

Now I'm paraphrasing, but this is actually a good summary of how a lot of cons work- they create an emotional story and a sense of relationship, to make you forget to ask ‘wait does this guy just want my money.’ Think of scary voicemails telling you your student loans got sent to collections and you need to call now. Think Nigerian Prince schemes. Think car dealerships.

Because that is the power of a story when the narrative structure follows all the guidelines. You become invested, and you believe the narrative. (This is also why Jump the Shark exists, when a narrative has wobbled so off its tracks that the belief becomes suspended, but I digress.)

So the issue for me with regards to the James Tartt Sr story line, is that from a technical standpoint the wider Story of Ted Lasso did meet the minimum requirements for ‘believable.' My coworker, for instance, absolutely loved how ALL the story lines tied up in the finale, including that one. She couldn’t explain why, she just said it was ‘really nice and it worked for her.’

But I’ll highlight that bit in the middle—she couldn’t explain why—because that’s the thrust of the situation. The Story, from her perspective, told a satisfying emotional conclusion by hitting all the correct points. It essentially did what a con does, and in the resulting emotion she failed to question it.

And I think therein lies the trouble with the Jamie's dad story line. Because it is being told within the scope of a broader narrative, it is allowed to coast on the merits of the rest of the narrative. For three seasons, the show preaches forgiveness and second chances and people having depth, so when it asks you to do it again at the end - with Jamie's dad, hell I'd even say with Rupert for a hot second - you already have within you all the emotional build-up to say 'yes.'

Except that the buildup doesn’t happen with James, or even Rupert, it happens to the people that they hurt. Jamie’s the one who learned how to be better. Jamie is the one who tried to make amends to the people he hurt. Jamie is the one who had to un-fuck his whole life. Jamie earned all of that emotional payoff.

His dad did not.

So the show sells you one emotional story, and at the end shuffles in another to reap the benefits of it.

But just like a con only works as long as you don’t start to question it, the second you question the James Tartt Sr storyline the more you realize how much of that work happened elsewhere in the story.

You know those youtube videos that are cut together scenes of ‘every time This Character talks about Big Plot Point’? Think of those videos. Sometimes they’re a concentrated dose of very high tense moments, but sometimes they’re a little anemic, aren’t they? Sometimes you watch those videos and realize just how much heavy lifting other scenes did just to imply that the narrative was moving forward.

Well if you made a youtube video of ‘all the scenes that mention / have James Tartt Sr in them’ and cut them together, you definitely do NOT get an emotionally satisfying ending. In fact you go from someone who implies that their father is violent, to seeing their father be violent, to seeing their father threaten violence to his kid, to seeing him inflict that violence on someone else in place of his kid, to the kid confiding in someone else that even more fucked up shit happened, to the kid’s mom trying to console him, to the kid literally showing symptoms of PTSD at the idea his father might be around-

-to someone asking him if maybe he should try to let that go

-to their dad being proud of them

-to reestablishing contact

-to a happy montage of them smiling together the end.

At bare minimum there is an entire confrontation missing. And that is minimum. Minimum narrative work said this storyline should have had a climax. But this is a storyline that did not breathe on its own- it relied on a dozen smaller, unrelated, moments to give it the illusion of a satisfying ending.

And since it was weaved in with the rest, to some people – people who were too in vested in the story to question it – that was a great ending. That was a perfect ending.

That’s the illusion of telling a story- people are predisposed to believing the story that is being told, to the point where they will forget to ask questions.

When people talk about this kind of narrative being a dangerous one? That’s where that comes from. That’s what it means. It’s not just that someone depicted a story of someone forgiving their abuser, it’s that the did it in such a way that that isn’t even what happened. Most of the time it is the narrative that forgives the abuser, not the character. The character doesn’t get to scream and cry and let out all the pain they suffered. The character doesn’t get to set boundaries and learn to experience the world safely. The character, often times, isn’t even worth an apology from the person who hurt them.

It isn't the character who gets closure in these narratives; it's the audience who does. And it’s so insidious that it can very nearly trick a person in real life into thinking that maybe they too will get closure if they forgive someone – without ever realizing that in these stories, the narrative was never on their side in the first place.

[b-blushes]

let me be a hater for a second. I am already bracing myself for seeing people later in the week who like to do things such as discuss the benefits of exercise with me (guy who adored going to the gym, started training to be a ski instructor, did many outdoor sports aka i know that) and directly ask me if i miss all the hobbies that i used to do but have had to quit because of becoming increasingly disabled by an increasing number of chronic conditions. like. YEAH BUD I SURE DO 👍

i know the intent is not 'mean to me' but like. yes i AM actively trying at most moments to find things to keep back the choking grief of increasing disability, barely being able to leave the house, and a growing feeling of alienation from everyone who can do things like do a weekly shop at the supermarket or go for a walk whenever they feel like it or just even get in the car at any moment and be able to drive anywhere they like. thank you for asking merry christmas i will spare us all the discomfort of bursting into tears at the baffling inquisition on this topic and will continue to deflect with a smile on my face instead of somewhat desperately going 'why are you asking me this' and 'what would you like me to say'.

i don't want to be mean so i never confront it but truly what is the goal of these questions. If it just "your life is so alien to me i want to know how you feel" then there must be more compassionate ways of doing that than Heavy Duty Questions about what you could reasonably guess as a topic that may be Quite Upsetting at a regular gathering. If it is "it's scary that you're disabled, you didn't used to be", then yeah, it IS scary that anyone at any time can become disabled, perhaps express that sentiment directly, which would make it clear that it's a non-blaming statement and would be something that i can empathise with! If it's "i think you are doing a bad job and are disabled because you're not trying hard enough" then buh bye. It's the 'niceness' that's kind of heartbreaking because what can i do in the moment but politely deflect because i don't understand what you're *really* saying and excuse myself to go home again as soon as i can.

[kyochanbridge]

WAHOOO!!!!!! THE LEAPING SMACKEREL!!!!! LET'S DO THIS!!!!! HERE WE GOOOOOOO!!!!!!! Yeah! Fire power! Luigi time! Yessssss we're so good!!! Where'd he go let's get that guy... Did we get him? He's too scary let's get out of here. Hahahaha! What's next WHAT'S NEXT???? OH NO IT'S ANOTHER WATER LEVEL! (I really don't like water levels). This is TERRIFYING. Alright... So scary... WHAT!? The first coin already?? Nice, we'll take it! That was easy.

Oh no I missed! LET'S GET OUT OF HERE!!! OH NO!!!!!!!!!! It's the Leaping Smackerel... Absolutely terrifying. Get outta here FISH! Gotcha, hahaaa~ Can't hide from Luigi! Oh no it's another SMACKEREL!!! He's so Leapy! Oo, can we get in there? Let's check it out what's in here? What is it? IT'S THE SECOND COIN FOLKS. WOOHOO!!! Number two! We're so good?? Got all the coins. YEAHHHH! What's next? Let's check it out let's check it out! Oh NO of COURSE it's more WATER!

Ughhhhhhh... GET OUTTA HERE SMACKEREL! So scary that guy... OOP! Let's take this checkpoint! WOOP! OH NO! So scary?? Woohoo a double fire power! Get outta here fish. Hahaaaaa, gotcha. Can we go in here? Nope! Oh no this looks tricky. Not too tricky! Obviously Luigi can do it! So scary, we gotta get outta here. Anything up heere? Nothing! Where's all my secrets at? Dolphin kick! WOOP! Got that! Another checkpoint? YEAHHHHHHHH!!! Let's DO this! So scary look at that guy!! That's a GIANT Leaping Smackerel! I don't like him. I guess we gotta... follow him??? Alright we'll follow him here we go! GET IT LUIGI!!! You're so good! What's happeni- WHERE'D HE GO!?!? WATCH OUT LUIGI!!!!! He's gonna Leap at ya!!! Hahaaaa! Can't kill Luigi! Let's take all the treasure!

Woohoo! We're so good?? Looks like we need two more of those coins... LET'S GET 'EM!!! Haha missed us!! HAA YOU GOT THE OTHER FISH! JUMP OVER HERE BRO! Show me your Leap!!! There it is!!!!! We're so good. WE DID IT!!! WOOHOO!!!! WE'RE SO GOOD!!!!!! We got another Wonder Seed!! YEAHHHH!!! Alright let's go through this pipe! What's out here??? Woah this pipe's crazy! WHAT??? MORE WATER!?!?!?

Okay????? Alright?? Into ANOTHER PIPE!?!? How many pipes are there??? What is this pipe world? A little pipe land action? OUUUUUUCH!!!!!!!!!!!!!! The Smackerel Leaped into my butt! Unreal!! Alright, alright here we go for the finish. Super... LUIGI JUMP!!! BOING!! Hahaa, so many tricks lets try again! HERE WE GO FOR THE FINISH!!!!

Wonderfullllll!!! Yesssssss! Hey. Thanks for watching I appreciate all of you. Please subscribe and always... have an epic day! Buh-bye, we'll see you next time! Toodaloooooooooooo~

[ghosts-and-blue-sweaters]

I feel like a lot of people really dislike the idea of Ghostbur being or seeming “childish”—which I honestly get! Especially when a vast number in the fandom see Ghostbur as nothing more than a silly guy who doesn’t understand things and isn’t mature in the slightest.

That’s frustrating. It really hekkin is. It’s frustrating to see people reduce Ghostbur to that.

And so I think a lot of people who feel hurt or protective over this misconception become very defensive, to the point where they… kinda seem to disregard every childish thing that Ghostbur did. Which… is also frustrating. Not in the same way as people who infantilize him, but frustrating nonetheless.

Because in reality, Ghostbur was childish. He spoke in simple terms, said things like “buh-bye”, very quickly lost interest in a conversation if it was veering in a direction he didn’t like, and pretty much refused to acknowledge anything “bad” or scary or sad—often to the point of hurting others, albeit not meaning to. Those are all fairly childish things.

But Ghostbur also was a very well-developed, very unique, very beautiful character who felt things, who wanted to help people, who loved his friends and his family and his sheep more than anything in the world, who thought deeply and thoughtfully, who understood that not everyone in this world means well or is a nice person, and that some people do hurt and lie, and he also understood that people can change, and that everyone should have a second chance.

Ghostbur was well aware of the way people perceived him—most of the people on DSMP saw Ghostbur as something delicate, something that couldn’t handle the real truth, something that needed to be protected and shielded from anything “too complicated”. Philza, in particular, did that a lot.

Ghostbur was aware that people saw him that way, and he was aware that sometimes people lied to him, and he was aware that every single person on the entire server saw him as Wilbur’s ghost, as Wilbur, as an echo, as nothing more than a clone or a replica. Ghostbur knew that. He freaking knew that. And that hurt him.

Ghostbur felt things far too heavy to bear; he felt the weight, ramifications, and heartbreak that Wilbur’s choices brought down. He felt the continual rejection, the continual casting aside, the continual anger and fear and confusion that everyone always expressed at the sight of him. Of Wilbur’s ghost. Of Wilbur.

Ghostbur felt all these things and more—he watched Friend die, he watched his homes blow up, he saw Logstedshire blow up, he saw L’manburg blow up, he watched Tommy go through hell, he watched Technoblade get executed, he watched Phil forced into house arrest, he watched Phil betray him, he heard Phil’s words on Doomsday, he watched people grapple with greif and anger and sadness and pain, Ghostbur struggled with grief and anger and sadness and pain, Ghostbur struggled with memories that slipped and moments that became muddled, Ghostbur died trying to do the one thing that Tommy wanted the most, and Ghostbur died, but he lived, in a way, and he had to live with the fact that—in his mind—he failed Tommy. He let Tommy down.

And Ghostbur’s stuck with that. He’s stuck with that.

But it wasn’t all painful! It wasn’t all sorrow! There were so many good things too!! Things like Ghostbur finding Friend, and loving Tommy, and loving Phil and loving Techno, and building a house in Exile, and reading books, and learning about Wilbur and realizing that he wasn’t evil—he was just a hero that hadn’t been convinced—and forgiving Eret, and having a library, and taking Friend on walks, and making Tommy smile, and giving clingy duo the compasses, and handing out Blue, and trying to help anyone and everyone in any way he possibly could.

All that happened too. It wasn’t all bad. Ghostbur had some darn good moments on this server. He loved things and he cared about things and he helped people. He tried to help people. He wanted more than anything to help people.

What I’m getting at is this: Ghostbur was an incredible character—still is! He was beautiful, and poignant, and interesting and relatable and completely unique and wonderful… and he was also childish. Or, I should say, had some childlike qualities. I don’t think describing his entire personality as childish is right at all.

Because Ghostbur was more than that, man. He was so much more than that. He was so much more than what the fandom reduced him to. He’s so much more than what most people give him credit for.

And Ghostbur can be both. He was just as developed as any other character, just as human (despite being a ghost) and just as emotional and just as capable of feeling things and experiencing things as anyone else. And he also did some childish things, and went about certain things in childish ways—and that’s okay! That’s okay! I honestly see that as kinda neat, because most characters I come across aren’t nearly as whimsical or odd as Ghostbur is :) So it’s fun to find someone like that.

I think it can become a problem when people either A) don’t see Ghostbur as anything but childish and completely disregard all other aspects about him, or B) refuse to acknowledge any childish aspect about Ghostbur, even when it’s an important part of his character.

I think a balance can be had between the two.

[astarab1aze]

🕯️ dish loux

"Y'wanna peek inside m' 'ead, ma cherie? Ya gon need some bleach fer yer eyes after, 'cause i's not a pretty place in 'ere. Messy, got shi' e'erywhere, lossa porn, chilehood trauma, y'know... Issa garbage 'eap."

He grinned fiendishly.

"But iffin ya really wanna know wha' I be thinkin' o' you, shouldn't ya awready know? I show ya e'ery chance I get, don' I?" A waggle of his brow, canines peeking over between his lips, and a roll of his tongue for effect. He teetered on his heels, arms crossing over his chest - smug, he looked smug. "'m always touchin' on ya, starin' atcha, thinkin' 'bout all th' ways I could 'ave ya on tha' dance floor, naked, spread open fer me- All 'em chiquitas watchin', jealous o' ya, seein' how good ya feel, how loved. Touchin' ya, caressin' ya... I think 'bout fuckin' ya in public a lot. Really jus fuckin' ya all th' time. Many more ways 'an jus tha' too. Showin' ya wha' I mean rather 'an tellin' ya. First, tis easier. Second, hotter."

Was he dodging the question? Yeah, definitely. Did he have good reason? Maybe not. It wasn't like Loni would suddenly hate him for opening his mouth... He'd opened it plenty of times and she hasn't tried to kill him yet!

He clicked his tongue, tsking and pursing his lips.

"Ya really wan' me t' use m' words huh? S'it not obvious I think yer th' best? Tha' yer th' only woman I wan'? Tha' I'd 'appily get on m' knees righ' now an' show ya wha' it means t' worship an' be worshipped? Tha' wit wha' lil shreds o' a heart I got is in yer 'ands, an' ya can tear it up at any time?" He tilted his head. "'Cause I know ya know all 'at's true. I wan'ed ya fer years, waited patiently like a good ol' boy an' e'erythang, 'cause all I wan'ed was t' be wi'cha. Strong, scary lady, could suplex a troll iffin ya wan'ed to, buh also soft, so soft, could use yer whole body as a pillow, 'eart too. 'ere's more t' ya 'an anyone thinks righ' off, too, an' I love tha' 'boutcha. Ya got a pinch o' mystery t' ya, in tha' kinda way 'm not sure I can understand, buh 'm 'ere fer it. Y'know, 'cause yer pretty fuckin' cool, hot, spicy, full o' attitude an' a big 'eart."

Loux didn't really know what else to say - it was all simplistic, something an idiot could relay, but there weren't words enough to properly describe how he felt in the first place. She would just have to accept he never really was any good at this, best at holding hands, touching, squeezing, groping at all his favorite parts of her, breathing in her scent and running his ringers through his hair, pleasuring her until she was breathless and tired enough to sleep through the night.

He shrugged his shoulders some, grin faltering.

"Aw, y'know, words ain't ne'er been a friend o' mine. Sure ya wouldn't rather I jus - bendja over th' bar an' spell I love ya wit m' tongue--"

[doxxol]

Blue Diamond Au

First post, yay. This is scary. Anyways this is my thoughts and reasoning on how the blue diamond au would work in canon for Steven universe. I'm just going to be rambling, so sorry if you get bored.

So the diamond authority, the very beginning. I think that the first big divergence in the main plot is that blue diamond gets earth as a colony or that pink has earth first but after her want to stop colonizing earth, blue decides instead to take control of earth compared to pink starting a uprising. So blue has earth now, either way works, but how do we make blue sympathize with the organic life forms? Well she sees the ways that animals and human communities are so emotional driven. So now that she's liking the the organics, she wants to protect them. Another thing I want to point out is that the diamonds authority and it's leadership is the same, so the diamonds have the same shape. So the crystal gems are formed, I think that blue would still have her pearl that she has in the show as she wouldn't be the one to physically lash out as pink did to volleyball. So blue pearl is there. Then I think amethyst would stay relatively the same personality wise, she might looked a bit different to fit the aesthetic of the others. I think garnet would be the same too because garnet form the show was part of blue diamonds court, I imagine the fusing and recruitment would play out differently but we would have the same sapphire and ruby. Maybe garnet is more like sapphire, physically and aesthetically? Tell me you ideas in the replies?

So we got the main group, white, yellow, and pink did the mega blast. I think instead of a star symbol for the crystal gems, it's a heart because blue is so emotional that it would make sense visually for a heart. I think that blues weapons would be a estoc or tuck sword with a treat drop handle. I think that the time between the end of the war and greg is relatively stays the same, maybe the temple in in a forest near beach City or if it is by the beach, then the statue would slightly different? Anyways, I think that blue still ends up at Greg but maybe Greg is in a different profession, like into more classical instruments. I find that Steven would be tall and with black hair, emo. And blue would have been transformed into a lapis lazuli or s blue hally agate. Anyways, tell me what you agree with and disagree with. Got some of my ideas from diamonds au video form the roundtable

Buh bye.

[cg-markimoo]

Hiiiii!!!

I mostly wanted to share this sketch with you, but I'd also like to say how cool you are! I really enjoy your content, though I've only been a part of your community for about a year or so. The first video of yours I watched was your "Superluminal" video, which is still one of my favorites. Another one of my favorite videos to watch is "A Little to the Left", which I enjoy watching when I'm in Little Space, along with your "3 Scary Games" series! I'm really glad that I'm able to watch your videos, and even interact with you here on Tumblr!

That's really all I have to say. Keep making your videos and being a role model to us! Love you <3!!!

Thank you so much, kiddo. I really appreciate the art. Although I hate to disappoint, I am not the real Markiplier. I'm an introject in a system, but it means the world to us that our source brings you so much joy. I'm happy to provide a sense of comfort whenever you need it. Stay safe, little one, and I'll see you in the next ask. Buh-Bye! -Mark

[gl1tchy-4rt]

🧀 Yee-haw Cheese 🧀

Oh wow! Soooo lots of people like the idea!

Okay first things first: The AU is now called:

Cursed Tower (but I'll still use the Muliache tag)

And second of all...

TW: scary and gore (bones and flesh)

Y0U ÂR3 NËXT CH33SE C0WB@Y :)

Introducing: Ghoul Vigilante

Virgil E. Lante, quite known on his comunity for his courage and ability during his duties as the town's Vigilante.

Unfortunately, he became "too good" at his job, better that the sheriff, who is a coward and grew jealous of Virgil for "taking all the glory" So the sheriff talked to a man of power, a man with Magic.

He lied, saying that Virgil was a horrible man and deserved to be punished, and so he was punished...

On the nights of full moon, Virgil becomes a monster, a scavenger, a Ghoul, yet despite all, despite this undeserved punishment and knowing that everyone will see him as a monster... he still protects the town.

And there is one person who sees him for what he is, not a monster, but a man in a body that doesn't belong to him...

Oh boy I think this AU is growing into me, anyways Phil Pepperman is going next!

Hope I see y'all soon and have a nice day...

Buh-bye!!

[w1tchcr4ftt]

Pre-show thoughts

Tomorrow is my big live show for drama so Im gonna go on about random stuff im thinking abt right before so I can get it all out

Bg info-

Show: The Little Mermaid (Jr.)

Character: Jetsam (Ursula's eel)

This is my first time being on stage since like third grade im so nervous but also excited

theres literally no room on the wings of the theater so its so hard to find a place to stand

Flotsam and Jetsam have such silly costumes its a frilly arm puppet and we wear turtlenecks and mohawks

Killing scuttle asap I hate human stuff its been stuck in my head for 9 months

If backstage dont start singing im gonna fo insane they need to sing louder

we get to show the younger grades our show tmr before the big family show so yippee

I love singing in Jetsams voice its so fun

Im going to have the strongest right shoulder ever cus i have to move it up and down for my puppet

All my friends are coming to my show

why are the platforms 6 feet up thats scary

I HAVE TO JUMP OFF THE 4 FOOT PLATFORM BREAKING BOTH MY ANKLES TMR

I hate the stupid mics so much why do we have to tape them on I hate it

its so hot in the theater im wearing a turtleneck

we get bagels tmr morning yay

If i mess up on the bows im jumping off the 6ft platform head first

If i get a hyperfixation on The little mermaid of all things im gonna scream

this is some kids last year and thats so crazy to me like- waht do you mean thats gonna be me next year what????

Im so excited to be on stage theres just something about it that makes me happy

Its crazy how much i love the stage even tho im fairly introverted 90% of the time its just different there

Im so excited for tmr this is so fun woohoo

Okay thoughrs over this was much longer than I thought time to go sleep for tmr buh bye

[hecateisalesbian]

things that have been said in theatre today (so far)

“Reginas Booty, now in Family Size”

“Kiingggg Julian I looveeee you” *said in the bathroom*

“KING JULIAN! Open the, open the door please, I only want to suck on your toeeessss”

“Can you like- eat the spaghetti out of his hand?”

“For the sake of THEATRE. I will have my butt smacked” *ensue cheering*

*smacks butt* “YIPE!!!” *tom and Jerry style*

“You. Are driving me. CRAAAAAAAAZZZZYYYYYYYYYY.”

“Sittttttt. SIIIIIITTTTTTTTT. SIIIIIIIIIIITTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT”

*holding an empty microphone stand on two of its three legs* “this is Brendan. He’s a male. You can tell because” *gestures to the third leg that’s in the air”

*holding the microphone stand on all three of its legs* “This. Is brenda. She is a female.” “Females have 3 legs?” “Yes. Females have three legs”

*three people come running back stage* “Is our rat back here?? OMG YOU HAVE IT! Thank you!” *runs back*

“Ba da buh ba baaaa” *mcdonalds theme*

“WHY ARE YOU EATING A BANANA LIKE THAT YOU WEIRDO?” “You should be less judge mental of how people eat their food” “HES EATING IT SIDEWAYS?!?”

*from the backstage hallway, in the dark* “hehehehee” *moments later crawling on the ground* “chika dika haaaaaa”

*with the stand again* “You know Bisexual David right?” *adjust the stand so that all three legs are spread apart touching the floor* “This is 3D Steve. You can figure that out for yourself.” *puts the stand upside down* “Oh. And this is Charlie. You can figure this out for yourself too. Because I have no idea.” *adjusts stand to make it taller* “See, this is how tall Brendan is. And Brenda. But Steve.” *shortens stand* “His inches went to somewhere else obviously. His Legs.”

“Omg guys this is so Scurry [scary]”

*backstage dialogue* “HAHA!” “AGGHHHHHHHHHH”

“Ghursts. R. Scurry”

“YOU. ARE. FARTBAGS”